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"You're so much more than a friend to me, Scottie," she says burying her face into my chest. I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head.
I'm not much of a cook, but Reyna seems to enjoy the sandwiches I made. We wash it down with virgin pina coladas which didn't stay as cold as I had hoped. Reyna doesn't seem to mind.
As the sun sets, I wrap my arm around her and say, "So, is La Cienega smiling?"
She looks at me and says, "We both are."
Real Perfection
Reyna and I stay up most of the night talking. She tells me stories about her mother and about Puerto Rico. Though I had heard them all before, I don't mind hearing them again.
We take our time gathering our things the next morning. It was a perfect night and neither one of us wants it to end. Reyna is the only girl I can spend the night with on a completely pure and platonic level. Our relationship transcends anything physical.
Reyna is an excellent student and I think she will be upset with me for making her late for school the next morning, but she isn't. Instead, she suggests we go somewhere for coffee and continue our conversation. How is it I never get tired of talking to her?
Around noon, I drop her off at home and then drive the few blocks over to my own house.
My little brother Stu is sitting on the curb. This worries me. He should be in school.
"What's wrong?" I say hopping out of my car.
"What's wrong?" he says incredulously. "What's wrong? I should be asking you that. Where have you been, Scott?" He stands and starts looking me up and down as if searching for an injury.
"I'm fine, Stu," I say grabbing my stuff out of my car.
"Well, not for long. You better hope you have a broken Achilles or an enflamed tendon or whatever it is you athletes get. That is the only way Sam is going to forgive you for what you did."
"Is she really mad?" I ask even though I know the answer.
"Scottie, I love you, so don't take this the wrong way. But that is the dumbest thing you've ever said in your life. Of course, she's mad. You walked out during the eighth inning of what was supposed to be your first perfect game. A perfect game. PERFECT! What were you thinking? I thought this was what you wanted."
I shake my head. "Nah, I thought that was what I wanted. But I think I found what true perfection is."
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Table of Contents
Copyright
A Perfect Game
The Day that Changed my Life
Top of the Sixth
La Cienega's Smile
Top of the Seventh
Seventh Grade Dance
Top of the eighth
The Surprise
Real Perfection
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